Let it rain.

The adventurers tally ho...

Oddly wet and brisk for this time of year. Perhaps I just haven't lived here long enough. In desperate need of some mountains and trees, I decided to go hiking rain or shine (rain). Since the snow level is still at 2500 ft, Jackie, Marisa, and I headed to the Middle Fork of the Snoqualmie River Trail off I-90...a year-round hiking destination. Eleven skillfully driven miles down the treacherous, pot-holy road brought us to the trailhead where we kindly thanked the Camry for holding together, donned our rain gear, and bravely ventured forth into the lush, verdant forest lining the Snoqualmie River.


Bridge to Terabithia

Crossing the bridge over the swollen river, we discovered (amazingly) that one doesn't have to drive all the way out to the Olympic Peninsula to find a rainforest. Damp, brilliantly green moss carpet, ferns, rivulets, rocks, mist rising to towering rocks...and quiet.



Quiet like I can't find anywhere else. Underneath even trail conversation is a reflective sort of quiet that allows my spirit, soul, mind, and body to get reacquainted with one another. I forget how much I truly need peaceful places to simply be still and know that He is God (Ps. 46:10). It's easy to succumb to the myriad of other "to dos" that exist at all times in my life, but once I take that first step out the door with fresh air in my lungs and a stirring in my heart things just seem to fall into place.

Micro-scenery. Macro-scenery.

Sappy? Perhaps. Thoreau-esque? Likely. But deeply and sincerely true.

I know my Creator, and He knows me.
And I delight to be fervently alive
and active in His world.


Wet, muddy, splattered delight.